Page 9 of Her Billionaire Boyfriend

“Your princess can’t wait to give youeverything you want.” She leaned down and pressed her lips to thetop of one foot, then the other. “To let you do whatever you wantto her.”

“Whatever I want?” There was way too muchfor one night.

Her hand slid up my scarred calf, thenhigher, tickling the back of my knee before winding around mythigh. She clung to me like a woman on the cover of an old fantasynovel and sucked her bottom lip. “How about you pick? Show yourprincess what you like to do?”

“And if my princess doesn’t like what I wantto do?” I asked.

“She’ll tell you.” She leaned forward andkissed my knee, then rose up and trailed her tongue up my innerthigh. “And she trusts that her dragon would never do anythingwithout her permission.”

Trust.She trusted me sexually butremained on the fence about trusting me with her heart.

Maybe one trust would grow into another.

“Let me tell my princess what I’m going todo.” I gripped her hair in my fist and stopped her as her mouthcame close to my cock. I held her back, tantalizingly out of reach,while she mewled as if choking herself on my dick was her greatesthunger. “I’m not going to tie her up. I’m going to strap her downso she can’t move a muscle.”

Her lips parted and her gorgeous breastswobbled as her breathing sped up.

“She’s going to be entirely at my mercy.” Itightened my already rough grip on her hair and tugged up. Withoutfurther instruction, she stood. I pulled her head back and plungedmy other hand between her legs. She lifted up on the balls of herfeet as I drove two fingers deep into her abused cunt. “She’s goingto be spread out for me to enjoy her. All of her. Every hole,whatever I want.”

“I—”

“I wasn’t finished,” I warned her sternly.“I’m going to give her a taste of pain. To see what she can take.And so much pleasure, she’ll beg to have that pain back.”

Her tired pussy gripped futilely at myfingers as I pumped them in and out roughly. “She won’t be able tosit down after the spankings I give her. And she won’t be able towalk from coming so hard.”

“Yes, please, my dragon,” she gasped.

“But she’s going to have to follow everyinstruction,” I continued. “Or else she’ll get nothing. Nopleasure. No pain. I’ll ruin every orgasm until she weeps and begsand even then, I won’t let her come. You wouldn’t like that verymuch, would you, princess?”

“No, my dragon.” She moaned as my thumbpressed against her clit. “I’ll do anything you say.”

“I know you will. Because you’re a goodlittle princess.” I leaned down as if to kiss her, changing courseat the last moment to open my mouth wide and press my teeth intothe skin of her throat.

She gasped, and I moved on to her nipples,rock hard and flushed on her pretty tits. I gave her a sharp bite,then soothed it with my tongue while she writhed in my grasp. ThenI lifted my head. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, princess?”

Her thighs quaked. She gushed over myhand.

I grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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(Charlotte)

“When we’re in New York, can we eat icecream for lunch every day?” I scraped determinedly at the lasttraces of mint chocolate chip on the sides of my bowl.

“I can get you more of that,” Matt said,scrunching his nose in disgust. “Or a flavor that isn’t sogross.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, I enjoy a higherratio of ice cream to random junk.”

“Walnuts and marshmallows are not randomjunk.” He patted the top of the rocky road in his bowl with hisspoon and told it, “Don’t listen to her.”

“Nerd.”

“We can’t have ice cream for lunch everyday,” he went on, taking another bite. “Because my trainer wouldslap me full across my face.”

“You’re working out again?” He hadn’tmentioned that in any of our phone chats. He’d mentioned hisfrustration at not being able to hit the gym, though.

“Not yet, but I will,” he said, carving outanother bite with his spoon.

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